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Oxytocin Lows

Date Written: November 12, 2017
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Oxytocin lows keep frozen

icy streams sloping steeply down.

Please lower elevation, God-

my teeth, they chatter while I smile.

Up here are clouds- a flattened plane.

My vision's blurred, emotion denial.

Up here, resounding sweet sounds came-

My vision's blurred; those sounds won't stay.

They drift away, your gift astray.

Hear love then witness cliffs decay.

Please send steps.

2 comments on “Oxytocin Lows”

  1. Jim Bellamy     November 12, 2017

    fascinating –
    pluperfect-
    nice

    1. Ryan Cyan     November 12, 2017

      I’m glad you liked it! 🙂

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